“If you do this long enough, it is going to happen again” consoled John, one of the shooters at our league competition, referring to my misfire. The misfire, my very last shot of a disappointing night.
I began the night aiming for a score of 300; on my second shot I hit blue.* Three hundred was not going to happen. As I prepared for my last shot of the evening the best I could score would be 294. The very last arrow was notched. Raising my arms, drawing back, eyes on the target, milliseconds from anchoring, my arrow flew away. My final end, X, X, X, 9, 0.
There is no concealing a shot that misses in such roguish glory. My arrow, at the end of my lane, defiantly smacking into the backstop feet above the mark. There is nothing to add, no worthy excuse, this is not a near miss. This is that shot that had it flown into lights knocking them out could not have been less noticed. No one on the line or in the room missed the miss. When you put it on the line, there is nowhere to hide.
Next week, don’t focus on the score, focus on the shot.
* Using the NFAA 5-spot target. This league adjusts the scoring to expedite the evening. White = 10, blue = 9. Six ends rather than 12.